A/N: I took the first thing I saw in my living room to write this. Inspiration's a bitch.

Couch, Closets, Creepypastas and Chores

"That couch is too small," stated Cole, staring at the freshly installed furniture.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious!"

Everyone was gathered around the couch. It was, indeed, a small couch, but it was fabulous. It had a soft and fluffy texture and a bunch of soft zebra pillows.

"Only five of the seven of us will be able to fit in this couch," said Sensei Wu.

"That's not too bad. But how are we going to figure out who is going to sit on it?" asked Nya.

"Chores," the old man answered.

"What?"

"At the end of the week, the ones that will have accomplished the most chores will deserve to sit on this couch. But dips on the couch because I'm your sensei."

It was the start of merciless war between Nya and three of the ninjas.

Everybody volunteered to mop the floor, wash the dishes, clean the windows. The house was clean. So clean you could see your face on the floor.

"One of my most brilliant ideas so far!" Sensei Wu congratulated himself, smoothing down his beard.

The only one that wasn't doing any chores was Jay. His arm was broken. He kept repeating it was unfair, and that he should have priority access to the couch, etc.

"If you didn't suck so much at skateboarding, you wouldn't have broke your arm," Kai scowled at him, tired of his complaints.

Hopefully, Jay's complaining was stopped by Cole's attention. He kept making Jay laugh, entertaining him, telling him stories…Almost how a mother would act if her only child was sick.

It made everybody smile. Both because it was really sweet of Cole and also because they knew those two were out of the competition.

Zane's robotic abilities gave him an advantage. Kai, that used to be the laziest one, was filled of energy and ran around the house, checking there wasn't anything more to clean. Despite his small size, he was a fast and organized worker. Nya was the one usually cleaning up the ninjas' mess, so it wasn't too hard.

Cole didn't give a single damn about it. He didn't think a week on the couch could pay off all the stress and wasted energy. The only problem was: he didn't have anywhere to chill and be lazy.

He eventually found a huge closet full of pillows and blankets and settled in. A few details disturbed him. That closet had a lock, but it was heart shaped. There was a light bulb hanging in it. You could actually light up the closet. A few initials were carved in the wood: 'G + M', 'J + N', 'K + C', 'R + N'…

Most of the carvings were worn out. It looked like this closet was designed to play '7 minutes in heaven'. He wondered with who he could play this game…

A few faces flashed in his mind, except it was all the same person's. He shook his head to get rid of them.

• • •

The week passed and the results were announced. Jay and Cole had obviously lost. Jay pouted, but Cole still didn't give a damn. He dragged Jay to the closet.

"There's no video games or TV, but it's still decent. And we have each other, right?"

"Yeah…Why's that closet decorated with hearts?" Jay asked.

"I think it's because it's used to play 7 Minutes in Heaven. But, meh, who cares?"

'I do. I do. I care. I really care. I want to play with you.' Jay thought.

"Not me," he lied.

• • •

"Has anyone seen Jay and Cole?" Zane asked, bringing drinks from the kitchen.

"After a week of intense cleaning, it's the last thing on my mind." Kai answered.

"I think I saw them enter that big closet…" Lloyd remembered.

"Oh no."

"What, sensei?"

"This is a magic closet. If two people spend seven minutes or more in this closet, they will fall madly in love with each other!"

Nobody seemed to care.

"It won't change anything. They will just explicitly admit it. It's better for both of them to stay in that closet," Nya smirked, "And we ship it, don't we guys?"

The four ninjas denied it and acted busy.

"Anyways, you need to lock it for the magic to occur." the old man precised.

"We have to go lock it!" everybody else exclaimed.

• • •

Cole was nervously wiping his hands on his jeans. He had a strong urge to kiss Jay. Not that it never happened before, but being in a confined place and butterflies wasn't helping in any ways. On the other hand, Cole didn't want Jay scarred for life. He wanted to start with a soft aproach.

Except the brunette overtook him. Cole felt a sweaty and shaking hand squeeze his. Cole looked up to meet Jay's eyes. His avocado colored eyes darted from side to side, and they glimmered with unease.

"Closets scare me. Narnia and creepypastas, if you know what I mean…"

Cole waited for him to go on. Jay didn't go on, he just shuddered and kept squeezing, almost breaking Cole's hand.

Jay's only valid hand was glued to Cole's. It made him feel even more helpless and unable to do anything.

"Also, I'm claustrophobic."

"I don't understand your logic. Why would you come in this closet despite all of this?"

This time, Jay had no excuse. He knew the answer, he had read about this closet on the web.

Its magic didn't seem to work.

Did they even stay seven minutes in that thing? Each second was dragging. It seemed to stretch on hours and hours of pure torture.

He heard something close to a locking sound, then, giggles.

Cole and Jay's eyes widened. They banged on the door, yelling to let them out. Nothing happen.

"You'll pay for this!" Cole shouted angrily.

The giggles became laughs. He hated when his crew didn't take him seriously.

He tried breaking the door, but the more he hit, the more the door became indestructible. He even tried spinjitzu, but the door wouldn't budge. Cole kicked the door one last time in frustration.

The leader backed up, realizing it was absolutely useless. He continued throwing insults to the others and making a list of ways to torture them.

Jay was getting tired of everything: the invading heat, the confined space, the frustration, the screams…

He started thinking and curled in a ball. Thinking about anything, everything, just to pass time. Thinking about the notion of time, about the meaning of love, describing the feeling of being in an awkward situation. He drifted away, buried in a pile of unanswered questions.

Jay was pulled out of his thoughts by two hands cupping his face and bringing it close to Cole's.

"Are you bored?" he asked.

"Don't mention it," Jay muttered.

"Do you mind if I do something stupid."

"Not real-"

"Perfect."

Cole closed the gap.

Jay anticipated and stiffened immediately, expecting something harsh from the leader. Instead, it was a soft and sweet. Hardly a kiss, really.

Cole pulled away too early for Jay to kiss back.

"Sorry…" whispered Cole.

Cole never took the time. He was always rushing things and jumping to conclusions.

Jay pulled Cole's collar with his free hand, and gave him the let-me-finish-idiot look.

Cole understood and grinned like an idiot, but Jay still had one question on his mind:

"How much time have we been in this closet?"

"Five minutes."